#this is my second time celebrating it! and i couldn't be more grateful to have met minato and see his story....

[crescentfool]

graduation day 🌸

[solaireverie]

op81 | best he'll ever write

summary: [ author!oscar piastri x f!driver!reader — social media au ] being the partner and muse of a celebrated author means that fans start connecting the dots sooner rather than later

faceclaim: gracie abrams

author’s note: i'm secretly a ya romcom book girlie and i feel like that shows SO MUCH in this fic 🙈 delusional for life!

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yourusername can't believe that little kid is now a 3-time nyt best-selling author 🥹 so proud of you oscarpiastri 💗 i haven't been able to put eighty-one seconds down 📖 available in bookstores near you!

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user i love how y/n always supports and promotes oscar's books 🥺

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oscarpiastri Thank you to everyone who's been on this journey with me. Eighty-One Seconds is finally yours and we can't be more happy to share it with you. As many of you have guessed, it is my homage to Y/N and all the time we have spent together. My wife, my love, my heart. I'm grateful that you're in my life. Forgive me for re-using my words, but here's to eighty-one more years together.

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[amorfista]

[WIP] "Shenanigans at the beach"

The Dad Batch (and Omega) deserve a day of blissful relaxation, I don't think there's anyone out there who wouldn't agree!

While Tech is taking the best nap of his life [Part 1], Omega and Wrecker joined efforts to make the coolest sand-Tipoca city there is out there!

But hold up just a second...

-"Hey Wrecker, look!"

"...now wouldn't it be a shame if someone was feeling extra mischievous today?" Omega thought to herself. Turning to her left, lips pressed in a smile, she discovered Wrecker mimicking her expression. Apparently, he had just read her mind >:).

Tech had felt such peace, such safety that he had fallen into a deep slumber, further fueled by his usual lack of sleep.

Tough seldom wrong, today he was.

Because at this moment Tech was, in fact, in grave danger.

...TO BE CONTINUED!!

[Part 3] [Part 4]

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OKAY SOO. I decided to post these two drawings that I completed a few days ago because:

- once again i deadass couldn't wait anymore💀

- I have decided to make as many "beach episode" themed drawings as I can during the summer (and fall if we get there cuz why not) so i'll just post them as I'm done with each of 'em! I have SO many ideas for it and I want it to be a big project and not some sketches as I had initially planned. I want to make it WHOLESOME and HEART MELTING!! Whenever I get burnt out or need some fresh air I'll draw other things, probably still within the Star Wars theme because the brainrot is real🤓, but just letting you know in advance because AAAH!! this is a big thing for me and I want to share it with you guys because love is all you've shown me and I want to reciprocate 💕 🥺 

- and last but DEF NITELY not least I want to celebrate thAT I REACHED 300+ FOLLOWERS TODAY!! AND ALSO 1000+ NOTES ON MY OMEGA DRAWING??!! IN LIKE NO TIME TOO!!? WHAT THE FRICK. THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE!!

Never before had my art had such an impact in a community. I am so grateful for all of your comments and interactions with my drawings, it's a ridiculous boost in inspiration and confidence :) It makes me want to push my limits every time!! So once again THANK YOU!!☺️ 💕 

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[writer-freak]

Birthday Celebration | Lucifer x reader

Summary: Charlie throws a birthday party for you with everyone from the hotel there. After everyone left Lucifer had a sweet little surprise for you.

Warnings: gn reader, fluff, readers birthday, first time writing for hazbin hotel, english isn't my first language

A/n: So this is the second fic I wrote for my birthday and I decided to go into a new fandom. I actually wanted to do a after the party part for different characters but got a little lazy and just did Lucifer. Maybe I will one day come back to this but enjoy.

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more

It was just another day in hell, or so you thought. The same old routine of dodging demons and trying to survive the chaos outside of the hotel. Little did you know, your friends had something special planned for you. It all started with Charlie, the princess of Hell, who had a heart as big as her smile. She had been secretly organizing a birthday party for you, determined to make your special day something very memorable. With the help of her father and friends, including Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, and even Alastor, Charlie managed to set up a surprise party in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. As you entered the lobby, you were met with the sight of colorful decorations, balloons, and a banner that read "Happy Birthday!" in your favorite color. "Surprise!" Charlie exclaimed, her excitement contagious as she bounced up to you and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of your friends gathered around, each wearing party hats and holding presents. Angel Dust winked at you playfully, while Husk grumbled something about needing a drink already. Alastor, the radio demon himself, smirked from his corner, clearly pleased with what he helped to orchestrate. Even Vaggie, though initially skeptical of the idea, couldn't help but be swept up by the atmosphere especially seeing how happy it made her girlfriend. As the party got into full swing, your friends took turns presenting you with their gifts. Angel Dust gave you a flashy new outfit, completed with some very revealing cutouts, while Husk offered you a nice bottle of whiskey. Nifty of course gifted you with some bugs saying that she found them in your room and made sure to kill them for you. Even Lucifer gave you a little handmade ducky though you could tell he was a bit embarrassed about presenting it to you. Charlie, of course, the ever-thoughtful hostess, presented you with a homemade cake adorned with candles. "Make a wish!" she urged, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. You closed your eyes and made a silent wish, blowing out the candles in one breath. As you opened your eyes, you were met with cheers and applause from your friends, their genuine happiness warming your heart. The rest of the evening was spent laughing, dancing, and enjoying each other's company. Despite being in hell, you couldn't imagine a better way to celebrate your birthday than surrounded by your friends in the Hazbin Hotel. As the party drew to a close you and your friends began to disperse, you felt so grateful to have met them in hell. They bring joy into your life that you would never have been able to imagine before. You found a sense of belonging amidst the chaos and this hotel felt like your home.

As the last guest departed you found yourself alone in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. Well, almost alone. A soft chuckle from the shadows caught your attention, and you turned to see Lucifer emerging from the darkness, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Quite the celebration, wouldn't you say?" he remarked, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement. You nodded, a warm smile tugging at your lips. "It was incredible. I never expected anything like this." Lucifer stepped closer, his gaze locking with yours. "Well, you deserve it, my dear" he said softly, his voice low and velvety. "But I couldn't let the night end without giving you something special." With a flourish, he produced a small box from the pocket of his suit and extended it toward you. "Happy birthday, my dear." Curious, you accepted the box and opened it to reveal a delicate necklace, adorned with a single ruby pendant. Your breath caught in your throat as you marveled at the exquisite craftsmanship. "It's beautiful, but you really didn't have to. You already gave me that little ducky earlier." you looked up at him not knowing how you could accept such a precious gift. Lucifer smiled, an expression that made your chest feel warm. "But it still can't compare to you" he said softly, before adding "And I would shower you with gifts but I know that you wouldn't want that so please just accept it." He said so much fondness in his eyes as he reached out to hold your cheek. Leaning forward, you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Thank you," you murmured, your voice barely audible. As you pulled back, you met Lucifer's gaze, finding warmth and understanding reflected in his eyes. In that fleeting moment, you knew that despite the darkness of hell, you had found something truly precious—a connection that transcended time and space, a love that burned brighter than any flame in the depths of the abyss.

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[doudouneverte]

Gold-friend

a/n: I wanted to write something for the new Ballon d'Or winner

*not my GIF* (look at this tiny queen)

Pairing: Aitana Bonmatí x Fem!Reader

Summary: surprise

Type: Fluff

Warning: nothing

word count: 1881

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Euro 2022

The Spain national team got kicked out of the competition by the Lionesses. Back in Spain, Aitana found peace with the only person she could call home, you.

For you, you spent the rest of the summer trying to cheer her up and helping her prepare for the next season.

Even if she said it every day, the midfielder would never voice too much how grateful she was that you were with her in every big step of her career.

Season 22-23

Being a nurse and working almost every day meant that you sometimes couldn't be there for your girlfriend when she played. But working with nosy co-workers helped you measure how much the blaugranas' midfielder started to shine.

To be fair, you didn't mean it, but when you walked up to two people talking about football, you wanted to tell them to go back to work until they mentioned Aitana's name.

They were talking about her big performance on the pitch and her awesome season. And what a season it was. Leading the Liga F alone, far away from the runner-up, confirmed that Barcelona was in good spirits, and things were even more incredible when you saw them in the Champions League.

Of course, even if you had to work a lot, you tried to see her play as much as you could.

Champions League Final

Back from a party to celebrate their championship title, Aitana crashed on the couch next to you. A movie was running on the TV, but the football player knew she had all your attention. She rested her head on your lap and enjoyed the silence for a moment until something came to her mind.

"¿Amor?(My love)" She called you carefully.

"¿Si?" You replied and started to play with her hair.

"Are you free in June?" She asked without really hoping for a positive reply.

"Umm, I have to check, but I think I asked to have two days off. Why?"

"Do you want to do something special to celebrate our first place?"

"Uh, yeah, but I was more hoping to use those days to see you play the Champions League's final. But we can do anything you want."

"Well, I wanted to ask you if you—wait, what?" She brutally stood up, almost hitting you in the process.

"What?" 

"What did you say?"

You looked at her like she grew a second head. "Uh, I said that I wanted to see you play. Is that a problem?"

The midfielder grinned and covered your face with a lot of kisses.

"You're welcome." You joked.

"Now, come on, we both need to sleep." She turned off the TV and dragged you to the bedroom.

~~~~~

After the finale whistle, Barcelona were sacred champions. You were frenetically moving in your seat while the girls were celebrating. A few minutes later, you were allowed on the pitch; you only had some free seconds to thank the girls before a short body crashed against yours.

"Oh, calmate, cariñosa, let me thank other girls before." You were very amused by her antics.

"I'm really happy that you came." She confessed while all her teammates were making fun of her.

"I'm really happy too."

After a lot of celebration, you were back in the blaugranas' hotel, cuddling with your girlfriend in her room. "Are you sure you can't come to Australia?" 

"Yes, I'm sorry. But don't worry, I'll support you." You reassured her.

Word Cup

You had to follow the whole competition during your night shift because of the different time zones. But that was not the worst part. The worst part was everything that happened on the other side of the globe without you being there to support her.

You were working the day of the finale, and almost all the hospital exploded with joy after the final whistle. Everybody matched your enjoyment, and it was totally understandable.

Ballon d'Or  

Aitana was on her way to her hotel, but something was stuck in her mind.

"Don't make this grumpy face; you're about to be classified as one of the best players in the world." Salma said trying to change her mind.

"I'm not making a grumpy face."

"Yes, you are. You have since we arrived here. What's the problem? Aren't you excited?"

"Of course I am."

"But?"

"There's no but."

"So you don't look happy when you clearly deserve everything that's happened today?"

"I'm happy; it's just that..." She stopped when the car stopped, and thankfully for her, Patri and Mapi were already there to welcome them.

"Thanks, some people are excited about this day." Salma said dramatically when she get out of the car.

Her teammates gave her a strange look, but they didn't need to question it when they saw Aitana.

"She's definitely taking it more well than I imagined." Patri whispered to the defender, who looked at her very confusedly. "I thought she would be crying and complaining about how much she wanted Y/n to be there." She explained.

"You know what? I'll not even try to talk with you. Let's just try to make her look less grumpy until the ceremony." The defender said.

"I'm not grumpy!" The midfielder spoke loudly while she entered the hotel.

"Yep, definitely grumpy." The three other players said together.

Okay, to be honest, Aitana may have been grumpy, but only because she was worried. You were supposed to be with her this night, but you didn't answer her last text. And she sent it a few hours ago.

In the room where she was supposed to get ready, she found Fridolina, who came a little earlier. The tall woman greeted her with open arms, something that she felt she needed.

"Nervous?" The Swedish player asked, and the Spanish one just nodded. "Is it about tonight or about Y/n?" She asked even if she already knew the answer.

"Both," Aitana said, sitting next to her teammate, "maybe more about Y/n than about tonight. She was supposed to text me when she arrived in Paris, but I didn't receive anything. I try to not freak out. I'm saying to myself that maybe she just had an emergency at work, but if it was, she always told me."

"Don't worry, I'm sure she's just doing something and forgot to tell you." Her teammate tried to reassure her.

~~~~

A few hours later, the girls were ready to leave, but the midfielder was still waiting for your text.

"Hey, stop worrying; I'm sure she will come with your parents." Mapi said while forcing the brunette out.

Outside, a vehicle was waiting for them. Someone opened the door for them. Your girlfriend was the first one to enter, but she stopped immediately.

"¿Qué haces aquí? (What are you doing here?)" The short girl asked, making all the players behind them stop.

"Nunca me perdería esto por nada. (I would never miss this for anything.)" You replied.

"Oh, look at who finally decided to show up." Patri commented, making you snort.

"Okay girls, I would like to talk, but I think you're waiting somewhere, so what are you waiting for?" You reminded them.

During the whole ride, Aitana had her head pressed against your shoulder while her hands were stuck in yours.

"I think that's the first time I've seen her smile since we arrived here." Salma said loudly, making everyone laugh in the process.

"She just missed her girl; I think it's fair." Mapi defended her.

"And I missed you too." You whispered to your girlfriend before landing a kiss on her head, which made all the girls coo at the same time.

~~~~~

"...And the winner for the women's Ballon d'Or is... Aitana Bonmatí." Everybody was applauding, and you started to feel tears in your eyes' corners.

During her speech, you were remembering all the moments you spent together. Since the first time you met her when you were just two kids until now. And it was a long journey.

There were tears, exhaustion, and loss, but there was also victory and joy every time you watched her play, the tittles, collectively or personally. And above all, there was love. The same love for the same girl since you were kids.

The same with whom you lived with since almost four years, the same girls who were always there for you when you needed the most, the same who knew you maybe more than yourself.

In the reflection of the video that were shown about her journey, you were seeing what she could achieve later and what you could both have been in the future.

After the ceremony and the photo, you were back in the hotel when something came to Aitana's mind. In front of the hotel, while every girl started to fill the building, the midfielder used that moment to keep you behind.

"Hey, is everything okay?" You asked when you felt her hand on your arm.

"Can we walk away? Don't worry, it's just for a few minutes." 

"Yeah, of course." You let her lead the way until she found a spot not too dark with some lovely spotlights. She took your hands and made you look at her.

"Amor, I want to thank you for being here today with me and just being in my life. I-I know that I tell you every day, but I love you. I'm in love with you, and it's not going to change. You're one of the reasons why I'm here today and why I became so good. I wouldn't be able to do this without you."

"I'm sure you would."

"Please don't ruin it."

"I'm sorry."

"I was thinking about it for a moment now, and when I saw you tonight, it confirmed what I thought. Y/n, I want to spend my life with you, to be able to love you and be worth yours for the rest of my life. Y/n Y/l/n, would you marry me?" She showed you a velvet box with a beautifulring in it.

"Wow, do you mean like right now? I know that Paris is called the city of love, but I think we need someone to officialize everything." You replied.

"Stop being a smartass and answer, please." She slapped your arms, making you laugh.

"Of course I do." You replied, and she finally smiled again. "I would be a fool if I declined the offer." You added.

"Can we finish that? It started to be cold." You chuckled while she placed the ring on your finger. You both stayed looking at each other for a few seconds before finally kissing.

The cute moment was interrupted by some applause from the other girls.

"What are you doing here?" Aitana asked, a little embarrassed, to the audience.

"Patri wanted to follow you; and Mapi agreed." Salma said earning a nudge from the two older women.

"Who cares about that? We're proud of you." Patri said while she quickly came to hug her teammate. Quickly after, all the girls came to hug you both and congratulate you.

On your way back, you had your arm around Aitana's shoulder. Listen to the girls talking about the ceremony with a big smile on your face. You looked at the midfielder under your arm and gave her a light kiss on her shoulder.

"Te quiero."

[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part Seven)

Pairing: Dark! Cillian Murphy x Virgin! Reader

Warning: Smut, Age-Gap, Daddy Issues

Notes: This will not be a love story. It will be dark, twisted and kinky. Cillian is portrayed as totally off cannon.

Several days later...

The somber air in the church gradually dissipated once the ceremony concluded. You stood beside Cillian, watching as mourners filed out, many offering condolences and sharing memories of the deceased. Although still dressed in black, an undercurrent of sexual tension simmered beneath the surface, drawing the two of you closer together.

As the last of the guests departed, the group gathered in the reception hall attached to the church. Cillian offered you a glass of wine, which you accepted hesitantly just as your stepfather approached.

"Don't give her too much to drink or I will be in the doghouse with Sarah," Frank said, trying to lighten the mood after the saddened events took place.

"You worry too much, man. Last, I have checked, she was already nineteen. Besides, we're here to celebrate the life of our dearly departed, so I am sure Sarah will understand," Cillian retorted, chuckling.

Frank shook his head, knowing well that there would never be a perfect balance when it came to dealing with a stepfamily dynamic like this.

"She is nineteen, but she is still my stepdaughter," Frank exclaimed while Cillian raised his brow in mock disapproval, sipping his wine just as his brother disappeared into the crowd to spend some time with his parents.

"I fucking hate funerals," Cillian muttered, casting a longing glance at the bar.

You looked down at your glass, still not quite sure if you should continue drinking it. But the mood had changed slightly from solemnity to resignation, and it seemed fitting to carry on with the day's activities.

Seeing Cillian's discomfort, you offered him your glass, suggesting he could finish it instead. He flashed you a grateful smile and took a swig before placing the glass back on the table.

"I have never been to a funeral, you know," you pointed out to him

casually, your tone light-hearted as you attempted to break the awkward silence that had settled upon the two of you.

Cillian shook his head in response, taking another sip of his wine, the glass of which was almost empty. "Funerals can be depressing affairs," he muttered, his voice thick with emotion. "But then again, they serve as a reminder of our own mortality and they most certainly become more frequent events as you get older," he explained while staring into the crowd. 

You nodded, understanding that he was struggling with the loss of his aunt, who had played a significant role in both of his and your stepfather's lives.

"So, we will be staying at your holiday house tonight," you then mentioned to him casually, changing the subject back to less somber matters.

Cillian raised an eyebrow at you, slightly surprised by your forwardness. "Well, yes..." he replied, his voice a mix of curiosity and apprehension. 

 "Don't you think that this will be weird, us being in the same house together for the weekend, with your wife and my parents?"you questioned Cillian with a hint of concern in your voice.

Cillian shrugged casually, appearing unfazed by the idea. "It won't be a problem. We all know each other, and no one knows about us. We just need to make sure that we keep it that way," Cillian pointed out and, despite his seemingly nonchalant attitude, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervousness.

"So your wife has absolutely no idea that you are sleeping with me?" you asked, testing the waters.

"No, she doesn't," Cillian confirmed confidently, taking another sip of his wine. 

"That's good," you nodded, thinking of the consequences if anyone were to find out. It wasn't something you wanted, but somehow, being with Cillian felt wrong yet irresistible.

"Do you mind me asking though, are you still being intimate with her seeing that you are having sex with me almost every second day now?"

he blurted out suddenly, his voice lowered, almost as if he was afraid someone might overhear. It was almost like you had too much to drink which, considering that this was your third glass, was probably the case.

Cillian chuckled softly, his eyes darkening with lust and desire. "Why do you ask? Are you jealous?" he wanted to know, and you shook your head, biting your lip nervously.

"No. I am just curious," you said as you felt a warm sensation rush through your body.

"I just want to know how you manage to juggle your relationship with Danielle and our affair, at the same time," you pointed out, causing Cillian to sigh.

"Truth be told, it's complicated," he admitted quietly, his gaze piercing yours. "We still have sex occasionally, but we barely talk anymore. Our marriage is just going through the motions," he admitted you nodded slowly, processing the information. 

"It's like living with a stranger sometimes," he continued, his eyes boring into yours and you understood that their marriage was a facade, a front put up for appearances. And it made you feel a mixture of pity and arousal for Cillian, caught in a loveless union while pursuing an illicit affair with you.

"I don't want to lose my family," he said softly, a pleading note in his voice. "But I also can't stop myself from wanting you," Cillian then explained and you took a deep breath, understanding the complexity of their situation.

"You see, you make me feel alive in a way that Danielle doesn't anymore," he confessed, his voice filled with desperation while you felt the heat rising within you. You leaned closer to him, your heart pounding fiercely in your chest.

"Then why don't we go somewhere private, where no one will disturb us?" you suggested in a low voice, daringly bold.

Cillian glanced around, making sure nobody was nearby. Satisfied, he smiled, his hand reaching out to brush the hair away from your face gently.

"I know just the place. Come on," he whispered, a spark of desire burning brightly in his eyes.

You nodded, feeling the butterflies in your stomach take flight as you followed him towards the back entrance of the function hall. 

"Where are we going?" you asked, your heart racing wildly in anticipation. The thrill of secretly meeting your lover behind closed doors was exhilarating, leaving you craving more.

Cillian led you through a maze of corridors, the dimly lit walls adding to the sense of intrigue and desire. He stopped outside a door, its keyhole marked with a sign that said, "Staff Only".

"This is a place I used to hide in during Sunday mass, especially when I was too hungover to face my parents," Cillian chuckled as he opened the door, revealing the small space within. With a slight laugh, he turned on the lights, illuminating the small, dimly lit room.

"Goodness me, you are such a naughty boy," you teased him, causing him to laugh some more.

"I've always had a thing for this place," Cillian explained, leading you inside. "It used to be a storage room for the church with a ton of books inside," he pointed out as you stepped inside the dark room, letting your eyes adjust to the dim lighting.

Intrigued, you looked around, noticing a dusty couch against one wall, a small wooden table, and various storage boxes scattered across the floor.

"Come on, take off your panties. We have to be quick," Cillian said, his voice husky with desire.

Shaking with anticipation, you swiftly reached beneath your skirt and pulled them down.

"Give them to me," Cillian ordered, taking them gently from your trembling hands. He inspected them intently, his eyes lingering on the delicate lace covering your private parts.

"Why am I giving you my panties? Am I going to get them back?" you wondered aloud, referring to your lost panties.

Cillian laughed softly, his eyes dancing with mischief. "No," he said before trailing his hands over the soft skin beneath your skirt.

"No?" you asked surprised and Cillian chuckled again, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"No, because I want my cum to leak down your thighs for the rest of the evening," he replied, his voice deeper than ever.

"You do realise that we are still at church, right?" you giggled as his words sank in and a shiver ran down your spine, your heart racing faster than ever.

"Yes, but we've already sinned, so none of this matters," Cillian told you as he pushed you gently toward the storage box closest to the door, encouraging you to sit down on it. He followed suit, positioning himself between your legs, his hands gently cupping your hips.

The air in the small room was filled with tension, almost palpable. Your body felt alive with excitement, your breath coming in shallow gasps.

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his suit pants revealing his hard cock.

"Spread your legs like a good girl for me," he demanded confidently, his eyes piercing into yours. You complied eagerly, lifting your skirt to expose your bare ass, while your heart raced with excitement.

Gripping your waist, Cillian pulled you closer, bringing your mouth to his ear. "Are you ready for this?" he asked, his voice deep and commanding.

You nodded frantically, your cheeks flushed with anticipation.

Without further ado, Cillian lifted your leg, positioning it over his shoulder.

He expertly guided your foot with his strong hands, spreading your legs even wider, leaving you completely exposed.

As his hard cock pressed against your wet entrance, your whole body trembled with anticipation. "Tell me how much you want it," he commanded, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I want it so bad!" you cried out, your voice quivering with need.

Cillian chuckled darkly, his gaze burning into yours.

"Good girl, now you need to be quiet, hmm. Your parents are just next door and so are mine," he whispered, his lips inches away from yours.

Your heart hammered in your chest, the anticipation building as he leaned in to kiss you gently. His tongue teased your lips, enticing you to open for him.

Your body responded instinctively, opening up to him as he explored your mouth with his tongue, moaning softly when he slid his fingers between your labia, finding you wet and ready.

"That's a good girl," he whispered hoarsely, his voice full of lust. Your heart raced wildly, but you couldn't help but revel in the feeling of being wanted, desired, and touched in ways you'd only dreamt of.

Slowly, Cillian lowered his cock towards your entrance, his movements purposeful and controlled. As he began to penetrate you, your body tensed with anticipation, feeling the first thrusts deep within you.

You moaned softly, welcoming his cock into your tight passage. Cillian held your hips firmly, his eyes locked onto yours, giving you all the control you needed.

"Fuck, that feels so good!" you cried out, unable to contain your excitement.

He grinned wickedly, increasing the tempo of his thrusts. "That's right, let it out. You feel so tight, just like I imagined," he whispered, his breath hot against your neck.

"Oh, God! Don't stop," you pleaded, your body arching into his. The intensity of the pleasure was unlike anything you'd ever experienced, and the knowledge that Cillian was the source of such ecstasy left you yearning for more.

"I am sure God can hear you baby," Cillian groaned deeply, driving his cock harder into your body. "Your cunt is so hot and wet, it feels amazing," he growled, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you down. Your own fingers dug into his shoulders, desperate for any semblance of control.

Cillian held your hips, pushing himself deeper into you, making you moan loudly in pleasure. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, mirroring your own.

"You are taking me so well, even in this holy place" he growled, gripping your hips harder, plunging his cock deeper into your wetness. You clenched your muscles around him, eliciting a low moan from his throat. Your entire body tingled with the exquisite sensation of being filled and claimed by Cillian.

"Now, are you going to take my cum like a good girl?" Cillian murmured against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"Yes, yes, please! Please, fill me with your cum!" you whimpered, your body writhing in sheer ecstasy.

Cillian growled, his thrusts becoming even more forceful. "That's it, you're such a dirty little slut!" he whispered harshly, his voice gravelly with passion. Your pussy gripped him tightly, your cries growing louder as your orgasm approached.

"Please, don't stop! I'm so close!" you begged, your fingers digging into his shoulders. Cillian growled, picking up the pace, his thrusts deeper and faster.

"Take it all, baby! Let go!" he groaned, filling you with his cum.

You screamed out in ecstasy, your body trembling with pleasure as he emptied himself into you. Cillian continued to hold you tightly, kissing you tenderly, his hot breath caressing your cheek.

"Thank you, baby. I think I needed this," he whispered softly, a soft smile playing on his lips as he helped you to stand up.

As you stood, your knees slightly wobbly from the intense experience, you couldn't help but marvel at the way Cillian had taken control of the situation. His dominance had been both exhilarating and incredibly arousing, leaving you craving more.

Gently, he helped you pull your skirt back into place before tucking your underwear into his suit jacket. 

"Now let's get back to the wake, shall we?" Cillian suggested, his voice deceptively casual. "You wouldn't want your family to worry about you," he then teased, and you nodded, still somewhat shaken from the intensity of what had just happened.

***

As you walked through the gathering, your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you indeed felt Cillian's cum run down your thighs It was an odd mix of shame and thrill that coursed through your veins, knowing that your parents were mere steps away. Your heart raced, and you found yourself glancing discreetly at Cillian by your side, who looked equally smug with satisfaction.

"Where did you go?" your mother asked, standing next to Cillian's wife Danielle, her brow furrowed with concern. She glanced subtly at Cillian, who gave her a reassuring smile.

"We just got ourselves a drink," Cillian explained smoothly, his tone nonchalant while you tried to deal with the stickiness between your legs. 

"Really? Then what took you so long?" Sarah questioned curiously; her eyebrows raised.

"Well, you know how it is. The bar tends to get busy," Cillian answered lightly, giving you a sidelong glance and, luckily for you, this was enough explanation to satisfy your mother's curiosity while Danielle leaned in and gave Cillian a tender kiss.

"You don't have a silly little crush on my husband, do you?" she then asked bluntly, seeing how you were always somewhat smitten by Cillian's presence.

"Me? A crush on Cillian?" you stammered, trying to hide your embarrassment. "Oh, I... It's nothing like that. He's family and more than twice my age," you forced a laugh, feeling your face flush with heat. Danielle narrowed her eyes, studying you closely while Cillian furrowed his eyebrows in dislike of your comment.

"Relax Y/N. I was just joking," Danielle told you, a small smile curling her lips and just as Danielle and her mother had a quiet chuckle, your cheeks flushed once again, remembering the intimate encounter you had with Cillian just minutes earlier. 

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Seeing Stars

I don't often share the words that vomit from my own head, but from what started as Hot Tub Steve appreciation inspired by the artist formerly known as @willowherbal (*insert Hunger Games 3 finger salute in memorial*) and the masterpiece that was Be With You Everywhere - Hot Dog Steve emerged and I couldn't remove the bumbling idiot from the depths of my brain. So thanks for that @sweetsweetjellybean @crappymixtape @superblysubpar

Steve Harrington x FEM!reader

Summary: The crew finally decides it's time to start celebrating the 4th of July again, but Steve Harrington finds he can't stop himself from staring.

References to past trauma, a dash of NSFW, staring, glaring and illusions to a hot tub hook up

Part 2: A Girl Like You

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It was hot. Not oppressive. Not stifling. But the kind of hot that has you seeing stars at one in the afternoon. Sunbeams bouncing off pool water, sunglass lenses and sweat glistening skin - not sure if you're more desperate for the cold beer or sticking your hand in the ice cold cooler to grab it in the first place.

Honestly, it's everything you could want for a celebratory, classic, absolutely patriotic 4th of July, but things are different at this particular picnic. It's been a few years, but the innocent holiday full of sparklers, sweet watermelon juice running down your chin and late night fireworks just hasn't been the same since everything that happened that year at Starcourt. It was when everything you thought you knew about the place you grew up changed in an instant and this motley crew welcomed you into their fold. Since then, most have pretended it was any other day, hiding away trying to busy themselves with whatever they can to avoid the Americana laced trauma.

You don't know whose idea it was to finally put a pin in the escapism, and while most tentatively agreed that it was about time you knock down the walls you all built to hide away the day, everyone unanimously also agreed they didn't want to spend it with anyone else that wouldn't understand. So that's how you found yourself here, hiding away for the holiday in the backyard of the Harrington house, poolside with people you grew up way too fast alongside, and others who are now far too grown to be the kids you once cared for. It's still surreal to you to think you can find yourself comfortably sitting here at this house with any of these people - none of whom (save the kids) were you big fans of before that star spangled day from hell all those years ago.

You were splayed out now, towel rolled up under your neck, daydreaming. Trying hard not to have your thoughts float back to all that you've collectively been through and instead on all the things you wish would go right from here on out. Behind a soundtrack of laughing, splashing and American Woman playing loud on the radio, you were grateful for the comfort of these people who turned into lovely friends and imagining the potential of a fresh start ahead after just finishing up your college degree that past spring. Things feeling far enough in the past to even consider what a future could look like.

That sparkling, blinking sunshine brought you back to reality - sunglasses snatched from your face in an instant by a meddling Dustin dashing by. The kids all now playing hot potato with your Ray Bans, you sigh before calling out "After all these fuckin years, you still think you can get under my skin? You know you're not 13 anymore, right?!" They laugh and you smile, because your favorite pastime is giving them as much shit as they can handle.

You squint hard against the blistering sun and in that moment become blissfully aware of the sweat dripping down your body. You casually reach in your bag, grab a second set of sunglasses and pop them on your nose while you swing your legs over the side of the lounge chair, considering your next move.

In that moment, your eyes catch on the steam now rising from the grill on the other side of the yard, Steve standing behind it ready to throw on a round of hot dogs to feed the ravenous troops. He's in navy blue swim trunks slung low and cut high, sunglasses perched on his head and a scowl of concentration on his brow. You selfishly pause for a moment to take him in, standing there so much more a man these days than before, but you quickly shake it off like you always have and make your way back over to the coolers, reaching in for a new can of beer and a handful of ice.

Behind the grill, Steve is doing everything he can to hold it together. He's kept himself busy today, lucky enough to be able to hide behind playing host in order to avoid suspicion. His issue isn't even the holiday - he doesn't need the 4th of July to remind him of his torture. He has chronic headaches and a ringing in his left ear to take care of that. His issue is you. You and the new view he has of you now that he's standing there behind the steaming hot dogs.

He takes a moment to gather himself, running both hands through his hair. You've never been one to fall for his charms. Not the King Steve brand nor the genuine yet still cavalier one that came after he actually got his shit together. He never did shy away from poking and prodding and exploring what he could get away with, but you…you always threw it right back at him. Playing what you assumed was a game of banter meant to keep each other on your toes - what he assumed was your attempt to remind him that you never really chose to be his friend. Despite everything you have gone through together, your friendship still felt a mile away from him and any semblance of a chance with you arguably further. He knows how you feel - felt? - about King Steve and he's pretty sure you being in his life is meant to be yet another reminder of what a shit person he used to be. So instead he settles for teasing and friendly yet biting remarks all soothed by his own fleeting glances.

And God damnit if he isn't cashing in on those fleeting glances today. He's pretty sure he's had to duck away inside the house at least twice to hide his half hard cock as he caught a glimpse of you sunbathing, sweat glistening on your tits in your festive red bikini or bending over, ass on full display, leaning deep into the cooler to pass out another round of beers to the group, including the kids who are now old enough for no one to give a shit if they have one, too. It's a challenge he wasn't aware he needed to be ready for. A battle of wills that makes tossing a molotov cocktail at an otherworldly monster seem like child's play.

Yet here he stands, making himself as busy as he fuckin can at the grill while you pass back over with a group to sit down again on the lounge chairs. Someone turns the radio up while you and Robin stand up and start belting out Wilson Phillips' "Hold On" to whoops and cheers from everyone around you. It's in that moment he slides his sunglasses down off his head knowing full well he will not be able to pretend he isn't watching you intently without the safety of his dark shades covering his eyes. He's taking deep breaths counting the hot dogs back and forth and back and forth again to ground himself when you run up next to him, out of breath from the sprint over, the singing, the dancing or all three combined and shove a can in his face.

"Can't forget the grill master, huh? Do me a favor and don't burn the dogs."

" Uh, yeah. Yeah, thanks." He stumbled out. Normally he keeps his composure and plays his role giving you some bite in his responses, but you've already derailed him and he's pretty sure the sun is frying his brain while he's at it. So now you're here, standing there completely thrown off.

"You okay there, Harrington? "

He grumbles out a hum and you leave him be, figuring he may need a few more beers or a whole new personality, because every time you consider dropping the snarky act with him he totally blows you off and can't be bothered to speak to you in full sentences. He's come such a long way and you want to let the past be the past entirely, but you find that you're irritated with yourself for even looking his way when he acts like that, so you come to give it to him harder next time.

Everyone has settled in again with their fresh drinks and full bellies, some playing a card game on the pool deck, a group taking a break from the water spread out in the grass and others bobbing in the pool. You take the opportunity now that the pool is calm and all games of chicken are nowhere to be found and slide in too, deciding to be unbothered by whatever the fuck is going on with Steve. You grab a hold of a float and kick your feet up so you're floating on your belly, arms folded on your float and head turned to the side resting in the cool water. After a best of silence you spin yourself around, ready to strike up a conversation with Nancy about her own post-college plans when you catch it. The sunglasses are just low enough on the bridge of his nose to catch a glimpse of the direction of his eyes and you are one thousand percent sure that before you turned your float around abruptly, Steve Harrington was staring hard at your ass. Fuckin typical.

Your conversations continue to flow, you join in on games of Rummy and races in the pool. You find yourself shoulder to shoulder with Max on your towels in the grass giving the girl the kind of advice you know she needs. And all the while you feel his eyes. You thought the first one was a fluke - of course Steve Harrington would oggle any ass put in his view - but now you're not so sure. Because normally with you, he'd follow up his blatant stare with some kind of bite or tease, telling you to put your ass away before someone uses it as a flotation device. Instead every time you think you might be catching him staring you down behind his sunglasses he makes himself busy and jams another hotdog in his mouth. At this point you think he's eaten at least 6.

It's late now, and the group starts moving inside, picking a movie and settling in cozy spaces to wind down from the day. Everyone falls into their normal movie night rhythms, bickering over movies, Dustin talking through the opening credits and flicking the lights off for the ambiance. You find yourself in your favorite movie night chair, giant Hawkins High Tshirt slung over your now dry bikini, feet with red painted toes hanging over the armrest, when you're certain you feel it again - eyes on you in the dark of the room.

Robins first to fall asleep, unabashed snores falling from her for far too long before Steve nudges her and tells her to go the fuck upstairs and get to bed already. He leaves to set her up in one of the guest rooms and you can hear now that instead of returning to the movie hes clanging around the kitchen cleaning up from the day. The others also start, sun-beat and slightly buzzed, nodding off into a comfortable slumber around you, and you don't hear Steve padding around the kitchen any longer, so you also assume he has packed it in and went to bed.

When you quietly snuck back outside, walking while shedding your oversized t-shirt yet again in favor of a quiet moment in the Harrington's new hot tub under the stars, the last thing you were expecting to see when the shirt lifted over your head was Steve, already perched there in the bubbles.

" I thought for sure you had already gone to bed. " You say into the silence. He has yet to really acknowledge you so now you're even more confused than before.

At this point, you're fully committed, shirt already off so you climb in, with or without his permission to join. Dipping your toes in and lowering yourself into the jets, you catch him looking before he looks away and you've about had it. You know you might come off strong here, maybe a bit bitchy…and the way he's sitting there with shoulders freckled by the sun and his chest hair all on display under the jets has you second guessing your frustrated emotions, but you don't let what's in front of you distract you. You stick to your guns and open your mouth.

"What the fuck is your problem today, Harrington. I know we're not the closest, but I thought we were friends and I'm not sure what I did to offend you?"

" Offend me? I - uh, shit. What do you mean? "

" Well you won't stop staring me down today, so either I did something to offend you or you can't help yourself enjoying this fucking impeccable view. " And as you say it, you genuinely feel that it's just a normal bite back. A tease that is on par for your friendship. It's when you see the look on his face after you say it that changes everything. He looks like a puppy dog. One that's waiting to be kicked after sifting through the garbage. Like a little kid with their hand in the cookie jar. Like he's just been caught red white and blue handed at his own fucking 4th of July picnic because he wasn't able to tear his eyes away from your body. Oh my God.

"I-it's not, I mean...I...guess it is, fuck. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. Y-you just… . "

You watch him stumble over his words - a literal feat for someone who used to wear a crown like King Steve - and see him slowly slink down until only his eyes and nose remain above the bubbling water, shutting himself up without fail. Of course he acts like this with you. How is he supposed to ever convince you he's not an ounce of that old disgusting version of Steve if he can't act civilized around you even when you're in a bathing suit. His eyes closed slowly before he squeezes them tight. He can't will himself to look at you because he's so fucking embarrassed and he doesn't want to talk about it, but you - your not dropping it. You can't.

"Steve, you fucking look at me right now."

He slowly opens his eyes, keeping half his face still submerged in the water to ensure he doesn't say anything else so utterly stupid or make you any more mad at him than you clearly are. He looks at you so intently, directly in your eyes almost without blinking and you don't think anyone has ever seen that far into you before in your life.

"Were you spending the day checking me out?" you say, softer than he expected.

He slides up, ready to explain and admit his transgressions "yeah I mean, listen, I really didn't think anyone noticed, especially you... "

" Oh my God, you really were shoving hot dogs in your face to try and throw me off, weren't you? "

" Holy shit, yeah I ate like 10. Fuck, it was that obvious? That's so embarrassing. I really need to get a grip. You just looked so good today and I was probably just distracted and I'm sorry - " eyes closed again in utter shame, completely word vomiting his explanation to you across the water.

But before he could apologize again or continue his ramble, you moved quickly across the hot tub, slotting yourself low, down at his level and between his wide spread legs. He opens his eyes when he feels you floating in his space, noses almost touching, chins just under the bubbling water, and you are eye to eye now. He hesitates, thrown off by your proximity, before smashing his lips into yours. It's rough and sloppy and the water is sloshing everywhere as he brings you in closer by the hips so your legs settle in on each side of his.

And he can't help it, he breaks away and starts in again on it "I'm sorry, I - oh my God" he gasps out as you cut him off by grinding your bikini clad core down hard on his dick.

"I swear to God Harrington, if you apologize one more time I'm climbing off right this second" he nods, enthusiastically, fervently as you reach down into the water, between both of your legs and give him a nice firm squeeze. His eyes roll back in his head and he gasps.

"I swear I'm not apologizing, but Jesus Christ, I don't deserve this. You - I don't deserve you but not even this little bit - Fuck!" You grab his shoulder tight, holding on to give your hips another firm roll back and forth and decide to get a little soft and card your free hand through his hair as he babbles.

"I know what you see when you look at me - ah, sh-shit" you roll again but he reaches up and grabs both sides of your face to get you to stop and look at him "I know who I was, but I know you like to make me remember it too, so I never thought… I know I'm better. Fuck, I know it, but I don't know why anyone who knows how I was back then even gives me the time of day. "

You reach up and grab the sides of his face, too. Challenging his unwavering eye contact with your own, you lean in and give him the softest kiss he could have ever imagined, raking your hands back through his hair and tilting his head back a bit to look up at you. From this angle he sees the stars behind you and questions what kind of penance he did these past few years to deserve this moment.

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[my-writings-and-musings]

hello! i loved the recent earthspark bee story so much, can i request something similar but with earthspark megatron? anything involving robot babies works honestly, such a cute concept

(i apologize if this is too vague, thank you regardless!)

I was totally hoping to get asks for more yes EXCELLENT I have been so utterly swamped I needed something self indulgent to keep my writing going!

Here's the original with Bee for those curious!!

Please enjoy some Megatron being a brand new dad and having some feelings about it.

"Shouldn't you be getting something for yourself?"

Megatron was stopped in his tracks by the almost startling sound of another's voice, having been in such a fog he'd walked right by Optimus and hadn't even realized it. Turning to find his old friend standing beside the base of the Dugout stairs, he noticed a cube of energon in his outstretched servo, and though he couldn't deny being a tad bit hungry he didn't feel ready to take the time to refuel. 

"Later, perhaps." he declined politely, looking down at the human sized tray of food cupped in his palm. Between his massive size and the elaborate spread of steaming food across the tiny surface, he didn't dare make any sudden movements, lest his mate be left without nourishment even a minute longer than necessary. With all you'd been through, he didn't feel right delaying as long as he already had. Ignoring his desire for the cube, he turned to head off for the medical bay. "Y/N needs food far more than I do."

"Is there some kind of rule that new creators can't eat at the same time?" Optimus replied with a touch of playful sass as he walked in step with his friend. Megatron would have rolled his optics at the quip and shot one back, but with his lack of fuel and sleep combined with the jubilant celebration of the past few hours, he couldn't manage anything more than an amused sigh. There was simply too much to celebrate to bother being cross, no matter how hungry or exhausted he may have become with the increasingly late hour. Optimus followed him to the medical bay, stepping as quietly as their massive frames allowed so as not to wake the Terrans sleeping in their respective rooms.

"You need to take care of yourself if you want to take care of others, old friend." the Prime advised as they left the main area, smiling all the while. Megatron sighed again, this time because he couldn't think of a rebuttal to the wisdom his friend had to offer. 

"Fair enough..." he sighed as he secured the tray in one servo and used the other to take the cube. He'd thank his friend in time, but for now there was just too much to be done, enough that he completely forgot he'd need a second limb to open the door until he realized both were now occupied.

Thankfully Optimus showed him mercy, helpfully stepping in to enter the code and command the doors to open. "Here, allow me to get the door." he offered before doing so and stepping aside. Megatron smiled himself at the gesture, grateful to have such reliable friends when he needed them most. Nodding in acknowledgement, he entered the medical bay and allowed his optics to adjust to the dimmer light as the doors sealed shut behind him, finding that little had changed in his brief absence. You were still comfortably seated on the nest of blankets he'd arranged on the padded berth in the corner of the room, your tiny form looking exhausted but not quite ready to sleep as you raised your head in response to his entrance. He caught a hint of a smile through the darkness.

"Are they sleeping?" he asked quietly as he approached, unable to completely subdue the sounds of his footsteps despite all of his efforts. 

"Sort of, he keeps slipping in and out of consciousness." you answered as you adjusted the swaddled bitlet in your arms, earning a tiny coo in the process. Megatron swiftly deposited his cube on a nearby table when you weren't looking, intending to eat later but wanting his full attention on you for the moment. Granted, his attention hadn't really left you at all in the past few hours, but that seemed fitting for a new sire performing his many duties. You caught the tray in his servo when he came to the edge of the bed, and perked up at the smell of something delicious. "Is that for me?"

"Alex insisted on preparing something fresh once I mentioned you were hungry. I'm not sure what he made, but I believe it's to your specifications." Megatron explained, trying not to chuckle at how Dorothy's husband had jumped into action the second he'd requested nourishment on your behalf. It had taken some time to prepare, but he'd trusted the Maltos to have a much better idea of what a human needed to recover from labor, even if he'd assured them you'd only asked for a snack so no one had to trouble themself. Alex hadn't even been bothered by the fact that it was the dead of night, and judging by your reaction, his cooking skills hadn't been at all diminished by a lack of sleep.

"Oh wow, he really went all out." you marveled as you beheld the impressive spread, uncertain how you'd finish it all. The sparkling in your arms reacted to the scent of food with a sleepy but curious trill, scarlet optics cracking open as he yawned and nommed on the edge of his blankets without a care in the world. Hunger and affection stirred within your stomach and heart, leaving you briefly unsure of how to proceed.

"I can bring over the bassinet, to free up your hands." Megatron offered quickly, setting the tray down a short distance from you before he turned to search for the human sized infant carrier that Dorothy had gifted the both of you. Before he could spot it amongst the piles of supplies, you shifted in your nest and spoke up to get his attention.

"Actually, do you want to hold him?"

The question, innocent as it may have been, dropped an icy chunk of fear into his stomach. Words briefly failed him as he got a hold of himself before turning around. 

"Should I?" he asked with open hesitation, looking to the sparkling and feeling a fresh burst of terror at the prospect. Though he'd been there when your little one was born, allowing you to hold his servo as he cradled you from behind and coached you through it, he hadn't yet had any more physical contact with the newborn than a brush of his digits against their tiny frame. Even that had felt wrong, as if he'd taken an unacceptable risk for his own selfish gain.

You smiled and carefully sat up, angling the bitlet so his sire had a better view. Megatron calmed a little at the confidence in your voice, the affection he had for both of you building as you reminded him of a simple fact. "I think so, he's your son, after all."

His son. That certainly was going to take a while to get used to, along with the explosive mix of emotions his newfound parenthood was stirring up every time he confronted his new reality. Returning to the berth, he pulled up a chair and sat down, looking down at the sparkling in your arms and feeling a fresh lurch of fear. His long and storied history aside, the little one was simply miniscule compared to him, and despite his natural dexterity and ease handling your own fragile form, he was worried that taking them into his grasp could be dangerous. "That is true, but are you... sure it's safe?"

"He'll be safer with you than anywhere else. Here, let me show you." you offered, encouraging him to hold out his cupped servos. As hungry as you were, you didn't rush him when he did as you asked with considerable hesitation. A brief flinch of discomfort across your face compelled him to move more confidently for your sake, his servos moving close enough to save you from any additional discomfort as you lifted the sparkling to hand him over. The bitlet cooed in confusion as he was laid down in his sire's servos, and though the sound and the weight of the tiny being sent a wave of emotion over Megatron he remained still as a statue for your instructions. "Just keep him here, like this. What's most important is supporting his helm."

Megatron nodded, but was otherwise motionless as you sat back against your pillows, the edges of his vision fading as everything beyond the sparkling briefly slipped away. The little one didn't seem at all perturbed by the move, merely curious as he blinked upwards at the massive figure looking down on him before yawning and deciding he was too sleepy to care. Bringing tiny servos to his chubby cheeks, they rubbed their bleary optics before settling back down to snooze, swaddled blankets rising and falling from their peaceful ventilations. The sight nearly sent his spark into a supernova, and he brought the tiny being to his chassis to keep them warm and protected. Pure adoration was tinted by guilt as he looked between the resting sparkling and you contentedly enjoying your meal.

After all the horrors he'd brought to Earth, all the harm he'd caused this world, it had given him you, and by extension, this little being the two of you had made together. It was an honor he could never deserve, and yet, here he was. Perhaps fate had thought fit to offer him a chance to add something to the world for a change.

He brought the little one closer to his helm, his optics stinging with tears he refused to shed as he took his first real look at his son. As hard as it was to believe he'd grow into a properly sized Cybertronian, the new sire had no trouble identifying his own features, from the crimson optics that were currently closed in rest to the shiny silver of his soft mesh. Your own features were mixed in as well, their Cybertronian equivalents expressing themselves beautifully. 

"I'll eat as fast I can, then I can take him back." you said suddenly, breaking him out of the stupor. 

"Take your time, love." he requested gently, smiling down just as the newborn worked a thumb into his mouth to suckle. All hunger and exhaustion completely forgotten, Megatron settled more comfortably in his chair, basking in the moment and forgetting all about the world beyond. His words were soft yet certain when he spoke next. "I have him, and I have you."

[joaoista]

《More than colleagues, they are my family》

❤️Charlos + mention of Arthur/Ollie 💛One-shot (+1.4k words) 🤍Fluff + family bonding time (sort of)

Oliver waited patiently inside the Ferrari motorhome. He had already gone through multiple interviews making statements here and there. He received congratulations from many important people in the world of motorsport, feeling fortunate to have so much support from those he admires. Even his father was there to celebrate with him this first great milestone in his career in the highest category of motorsport. The only thing missing was to celebrate with a well-known duo from the paddock that he considered equally important as another member of his family.

And it was with them in mind that the first figure crossed the entrance, giving him a friendly smile before approaching him.

“You did very well, mate”, Charles' words were imbued with genuine affability, as he watched the youngest in depth.

He already knew that look. Eyes narrowed, bright with emotion. It was undoubtedly...

Pride. Pride for him.

Ollie felt himself reverberating in his seat with ill-contained emotion. It was because of it that he couldn't help but jump out of his chair and rush over to Charles, wrapping his lanky arms around him in a tight hug.

“Yes, we were a great team today! One of the best!”, he exclaimed. Enthusiasm pouring through his pores.

However, his mind clicked. He quickly pulled away from Charles. A thin layer of blush sprinkled over his cheeks, embarrassed, mentally scolding himself for getting caught up in the emotion of the moment and acting impulsively accordingly.

He was just about to shout an apology when the Monegasque took him in his arms again, reciprocating the congratulatory embrace.

“Oh, come here Ollie”, the older man murmured. Oliver felt his eyes slowly blurring, feeling himself almost completely overcome by the accomplishment of the feat he had achieved tonight.

He was going to allow himself to collapse in the midst of Charles' comforting embrace, but an intrusion awaited deep down by him made an appearance, startling him and watching as he stole the second of the Leclerc brothers' breath away.

‘They're so obvious’, Bearman thought with amusement and affection.

“Carlos”, he's pretty sure he could hear the smitten sigh leave Charles' lips.

“P3, not bad, my Lord Perceval”, the Spaniard walked in their direction with a slow step. Appreciation painted all over the eldest's eyes as he focused on his mate from Monaco.

“I would be offended if you thought otherwise. The fight to see who can cut the Red Bulls' streak started last week.”

“As well as the other inside bet we have”, Leclerc was the one who ended up closing the distance between them, lightly tapping the other's shoulder for the joke. He then went on to take Sainz's hands in his own.

Well, maybe he was interrupting a scene that did not concern him.

“And look who's here, the golden boy from Maranello. Congratulations on your big debut, Ollie”, although, he dismissed that thought quickly. Of course, they would not turn his presence away no matter how enclosed they were in their bubble.

Eagerly he ran to the Spaniard. “Carlos!”

He was about to hug him. However, he remembered the problem the pilot was bringing with him, so he abruptly stopped his action. Nevertheless, Carlos gave him a nod, indicating that such a hug was welcome.

“Go ahead, Ollie. Just don't push too hard.”

Oliver hugged him with a little less intensity than he hugged Charles, but with the same enthusiasm and appreciation he showed for him. He was still grateful for the advice he provided before the race, even in a state of recovery he made sure to instruct him as best he could to get the most out of the car.

How can you not love Charles and Carlos?

“I'm still sorry to hear about your operation. Also, I'm so glad you're doing well.”

‘And that you're here with us.’

Sainz just denied. “Nothing to be sorry about, Ollie. You did amazing out there and you were able to get the most out of the car. I'm very proud of you.”

Proud of you.

Something throbbed inside Bearman's chest. His eyes misted over again.

“Of both of you. You did a great job.”

“Thank you, Carlos”, he murmured, trying to hold back tears. He gave them both his big smile that exposed his pearly teeth, typical of when he was very happy.

They accompanied the Spaniard to take a seat on the couch in the motorhome, settling in to have their own post-race chat without interruption from third parties and in the intimacy of their circle.

“You know, I would have really liked him to be here.”

Both pairs of eyes stared at him, instantly picking up on who he was referring to.

“You haven't talked to him?” Carlos asked, surprised.

“Curiously, from him was the first message I received on my cell phone congratulating me on my performance. He beat my whole family, even”, mention to them incredulously, but bubbling inside with raw emotion at the gesture.

“Well, I think it's time to give this to you...”, Charles mentioned, as he stood up to get a marbled gift bag. He handed it to him without further thought.

“What?”, Oliver's astonished intonation echoed through the room, still taking the gift in bewilderment. A maroon sweater, a box of biscuits, and a pink rose lay inside.

“Arthur sent it to you. He strictly told me to give it to you as soon as we finished our routine post-race activities. Oh, and he also said there's a surprise waiting for you at Maranello. Apparently, he stayed up late into the night working on this”, he held out his cell phone, showing him his gallery.

A picture of a Ferrari cap with the number ‘38’ stitched on the side of the visor, revealing the face of a small teddy bear woven with brown threads on the inside, was all over the screen. The sender? None other than Arthur Leclerc.

Ollie's eyes opened wide, intensifying that characteristic gleam in them. With trembling hands, he picked up Charles' phone, trying to process the situation. He swallowed in a vain attempt to undo the lump in his throat.

‘Oh, Arthur...’, he mumbled in his head, being a teary mess inside.

“Charles, I think that was only for you to see, not the boy”, Sainz catches his eye, pointing out the obvious detail. The Monegasque froze in place.

“Aïe... I'm sorry? Please pretend I didn't show you anything and act surprised when he gives you the cap”, a nervous laugh bursts from his lips, apologizing for the oversight over and over again.

But, for Oliver, it is more than clear that he will not be able to forget that fact so easily. If he felt his heart was already filled with so much affection for the people around him, it undoubtedly overflowed with love when he learned of the gift Arthur had painstakingly prepared for him, in addition to what he had made him get with his brother.

How to stop the growing infatuation for his former academy classmate if he took great pains every day to surprise and entertain him, even when he did not know the effect it has on him? An impossible mission that he has no intention of stopping.

“And I want to hug Arthur so much because of that...”, He added in a dreamy tone, forgetting for an instant that he was still in company. “No, I...! I...! Now you pretend I didn't say that about your brother, please”, he pleaded with a wail, the color of his cheeks matching the color of the Cavallino Rampante car.

“Now I'm supposed to call him ‘brother-in-law’?”, Carlos annoyed him with a clearly amused tone.

“Carlos!”

“Mmm... I think the four of us should have a dinner party, don't you, Ollie?”, his partner followed his lead, laughing softly.

“Charles!”, implored the Englishman, flushed with embarrassment.

Leclerc only let out another small laugh at Oliver's embarrassed expression. He wasn't going to lie; he was enjoying the somewhat familiar atmosphere that spread between the three of them. It was almost the same feeling witnessed being with his own family and he didn't dislike it at all. He liked it.

Now recomposed from his sultry moment of the day, he approached the red-clad couple and enclosed them both in a final embrace, feeling that last thread that held him fastened to the illusion that this race was a mere fantasy finally break and the bucket full of reality spilling over him.

He felt warm and very happy.

“It's good to have you on the team, Ollie”, Charles whispered, returning the hug. Carlos nodded at his words.

‘It's good to have you two with me.’

[First time posting a fic here jaja! Spreading the Arthur/Ollie propaganda, tho -gets hit-. I really enjoyed writing a fluffy moment between these three, so, I hope you like it! ^^💖]

[ac3may]

“ the wag diaries ”

The Origin Story

~ Millie Bright ~

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at fifteen you met the lad you thought to be the love of your life

at sixteen you bailed him out of jail for the first time

the night of your first date none-the-less

the by eighteen you had birthed the first of your three children together

your twentieth year saw you married and the birth of your second daughter

and more nights spent alone than with your husband

raising two-under-two practically alone made you grateful to be the strong, independent London girl you were

despite being forced to move hours from your hometown and your only family

you had grown up a Kingston girl and Chelsea fan, just yourself and your dad from the day you were born

countless conversations with your father had him trying to convince you to leave the useless excuse of a man" you married

but no matter how many days you spent alone and how much jail time Jayden racked up you couldn't quite bring yourself to go

you felt like doing so would be ripping away something from your children

especially growing up without a mother yourself, you didn't want your kids to hate you when they found out you kicked their dad out

not that he would make any effort to return if you did

the final straw, ironically, came the day of England winning the European Championship

heavily pregnant with your third child in the games 109th minute, just before the winner, you received the call from Jayden

he was imprisoned again

this time for something far more serious than drunk driving or casual vandalism

collapsing on your fathers kitchen floor, held tightly in his arms, you make the decision to file for divorce and full-custody

it was that moment, as your daughters ran ruckus in the garden celebrating the Lionesses win, tears spilling from your eyes that your baby boy chose to make his presence known to the world and your water breaks

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Maybe the least generalised but probably my most favourite concept ngl

[gimmethosedaddymilkers]

The Stronger Desires

So, starting off strong, we're doing the request for @cantchoosejust1 first, who lovingly requested a femme fatale reader.

Now, I haven't written anything like this, so hopefully you enjoy my spin on things.

Now, let's see exactly what happens with these two.

*Side note, I may have a poll later regarding a pfp change, just to see everyone's thoughts.*

Warnings: Cursing, canon like violence, sexual innuendos, perhaps even fluff, Female reader

The gif is unfortunately not mine, and Tumblr didn't wanna work with me, so it's from Pinterest.

Anywho

Arthur wished, truly, that he could explain exactly how he ended up in this spot, but honestly he'd be just as lost as whoever he was telling the story too.

The night had started off pretty good in all honesty. The gang had been celebrating, enjoying their success on the last job they'd managed to pull off, drinking, laughing, and causing problems for everyone else around them in the saloon.

The place had been lively. Hell, even Arthur had ACTUALLY been having fun.

The biggest smile on his face as he took a seat in the far corner to catch his breath from all the dancing and singing he'd been doing, which he was sure had made him look like an absolute fool.

He chuckles to himself as he quietly lights a cigarette and places it between his lips.

The Saint Denis saloon was...surprisingly more lively than what he'd expected it to be. Rich folks sure knew how to party properly.

Out of the corner of his eye he spots something, a brightly colored dress, not out of the norm for this place, but, for some reason, this one seemed...different.

He turned his head to look, and he was honestly surprised he managed to keep the cigarette in his mouth with the way it nearly fell open.

The woman wearing the dress was far prettier than the actual dress itself.

A gorgeous face, and absolutely wonderful hair as well.

The only part that didn't quite make much sense to him was the fact that you were all over a fat aristocrat. Balding with an awful mustache, but you seemed to be rather excited to stand next to him.

He couldn't quite understand it, how absolutely stunning you are, yet you're following a man like that around.

It boggled him.

The night continued, as they usually do, but now that he'd seen you, Arthur couldn't quite stop staring at you.

You were absolutely beautiful. You were...stunning, and it was damn near impossible for him to focus on much else.

It was hard not to when they man you were clinging too was a big as a house, and being followed around by at least four body guards.

What he was doing in a saloon he'd never know.

It's pretty late at night when things really start to get confusing for Arthur. It's about here that he'd be a little...confused when trying to retell the tale.

Due to the confusing nature of it all as well as all the apple pie moonshine in his system.

Things seem to be going smoothly, until all the sudden the entire saloon is screaming rather than singing.

Instinct takes over and Arthur's hand grabs the butt of his pistol before he realizes exactly what's going on.

The crowd quickly disperses, and it's then that Arthur realizes exactly what happened.

You, you're what happened.

There, on the floor is the aristocrat, though he's much less lively now that there's a bullet wound through his head.

How the hell he hadn't heard the shot he still didn't grasp.

The body guards all surround...you.

Arthur almost jumped up right then and there to defend you. He could take out all four of them in a matter of seconds, and he knew that, but right as he contemplates it he watches you pull a revolver out from under your dress.

The evening suddenly got much more interesting.

"Back off! Or I'll kill you too, that fat bastard had more money than he needed anyway, and if he'd put his hand up my skirt one more time he was gonna die in a much worse way, so be fucking GRATEFUL!"

Arthur nearly laughs out loud at the venom in your voice. It was...well it wasn't funny actually, it was more...attractive to him than anything.

For a moment you make eye contact with him, and it's a strange sensation, the way the two of you seem to talk with your eyes.

Arthur gives you a soft nod, a small smirk on his face and then he nods towards the saloon doors.

You give a nod in return and Arthur takes it as his que to leave discreetly.

It's only a moment later when you exit the saloon at a sprint, and Arthur holds his hand out for you to grab as he sits atop his horse, a black Shire.

You take his hand and he hoists you up easily, as if you weigh nothing at all.

The moment you're on his horse he takes off, the remaining guards rushing out of the saloon too.

It's only seconds after that, that the sound of the lawmen's whistles can be heard. One of the patrons must have reported the gunshot.

You hold onto Arthur for dear life, an arm around his torso and the other holding out your revolver.

"Nice to meet you mister! I take it you aren't exactly a friend of the government either?"

"No ma'am!"

Arthur laughs at the absurdity of it and keeps riding hard as the lawmen start to gather behind the two of you.

"Quick on your feet back there!"

He states, taking a turn down an alleyway that appeared to be just big enough.

"Thanks, you too, saw you reach for your gun!"

You chuckle to yourself.

"Don't exactly look the rich type. In fact, don't look like the Saint Denis type. I take it you might be in the uh...'bodyguard' business."

"If ya mean shootin' fools who deserve it, then yes, I am."

"Yeah, that's what I mean."

"Arthur Morgan."

"Y/N L/N."

"Nice to meet ya. Let's get the hell outta here."

Arthur did his best to do just that, out running the law as quickly as he could get his poor horse to go.

Finally after quite some time the two of you make it into the woods, just outside Saint Denis, the sound of the lawmen steadily fading.

You're nearly out of the woods, metaphorically of course, when a stump seems to have other ideas.

Arthur and you both go flying off the horse, and directly into the mud below.

It's dark as hell and Arthur has no clue exactly where he is, and you just barely do.

Both of you are covered in mud and Arthur's horse: Mayhem, is currently writhing on the ground attempting to right itself.

You sit up in the mud, scoffing and trying to wipe mud off your face as Arthur does the same.

"Christ Alive..."

Arthur groans, flicking his arm downwards, trying to get the mud off.

You do the same, looking at him with a look of disgust on your face, only for a moment, before you start laughing.

"Well, Mr. Morgan, how very kind of you to dump me in the mud like this."

"Well I didn't mean-"

You laugh and stand up, before you tear off your skirt, now soiled with mud, to reveal your pants underneath it.

"I needed to get that thing off anyway, I was about tired of it."

You reach your hand out, and Arthur takes it, a sort of sheepish grin on his face.

"Well, glad ya ain't too mad at me."

"Nah...you ain't crossed the line just yet cowboy."

Arthur laughs this time and pulls his hand away to run it over his stubble in an attempt to try and get the rest of the mud off.

"I'll be stinkin' for weeks with this stuff, even if I take a damn bath at the hotel."

He sighs and takes his hat off, wiping mud off the brim.

He looks up at you.

"So...Miss L/N...You...sure seem more than capable of takin' care of yourself...I assume you got somewhere you can hide out for a bit until the law gets off you?"

"Course I do."

You laugh and step closer. You take the hat from his hand and gently place it back on his head, pressing your hand to his chest in the process.

"All worried about me there, Mr. Morgan?"

"Worried? No. Curious? Yes."

You offer yet another chuckle and then step around him, letting your hand travel over his shoulder, gently taking it away as you step closer to his horse, and offer it an apple from your bag that had been hidden beneath your dress.

"Well Mr. Morgan...if you're so interested, I suppose you'll have to bump into me again sometime soon, won't you? After all you did save me back there...even if you threw me into the mud afterwards."

"Hey I said-"

"So defensive."

You tease and step back towards him, you flick his hat, making it tilt upwards slightly.

"Send me a letter sometime Mr. Morgan...I could use someone like you for some of my...endeavors. If you're willing that is."

"Depends...You ain't gonna make me dress up and sing the can can are you?"

"No, I wasn't but...now I might."

You laugh and look towards Saint Denis' in the distance.

"Well...Mr. Morgan, if you could do me a favor and drop me off near Rhodes...I think I'd be forever in your debt."

Before Arthur could really register it, that's exactly where he was, stopped in front of the Rhodes train station, holding something you'd given him as he watched you climb onto the train.

A heavy locket, sat in his palm, as well as a handkerchief you'd insisted on giving him, with your initials sewed into the corner of it.

You smile at him, and wave from your seat as the train pulls away, and something within Arthur tells him that it won't be the last time that he sees you.

He couldn't quite remember exactly how he'd managed to end up here. In all complete honesty, the only thing he really knew for certain was that you were....something, that was for sure. Spitfire and kick to you.

He'd see you again. he'd make sure of it.

Okay, so, like I said, this is slightly different than what I write, not by much, but it is a little different, so I hope it was good, and I hope that you enjoyed it! As always, I'm always happy to rewrite something if it doesn't hit the spot just right!

[positivelyholland]

Can we please get some more Tom Cruise x daughter reader??????

pairing: tom cruise x daughter!reader

genre: fluff???

summary: as a sickness starts to get the best of you, Tom can't calm his worry for his daughter's health.

warnings: sickness, hospitals, lowkey kinda angst for a second but not really

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As you lay in your bed, feeling the weight of sickness pulling you down, your dad hovered nearby with deep concern etched on his face. 

He was pacing back and forth, unsure of what to do as he gazed at his precious teenage daughter, his heart aching at the sight of you suffering.

"Dad," you weakly called out, your voice barely above a whisper. "I'll be okay. It's just a fever."

Tom rushed to your side, gently placing a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. "I know, sweetheart, but I can't help but worry. You mean the world to me, and seeing you like this breaks my heart."

His genuine concern touched your heart, even in your weakened state. You mustered a small smile, trying to reassure him, "I'll be fine, Dad. I promise."

But Tom couldn't shake off his worries. He decided that it was best to take you to the hospital to make sure everything was okay. 

As he carried you in his arms to the car, you couldn't help but feel grateful to have a father like him – someone who cared so deeply for you.

At the hospital, Tom stayed by your side throughout all the tests and examinations. He held your hand tightly, offering silent comfort as you endured various procedures. 

When the doctor finally came in with the results, Tom's heart pounded with fear, hoping for the best but fearing the worst.

"It's just a viral infection," the doctor explained, offering a reassuring smile. "With some rest and proper medication, she should be back on her feet in no time."

Tom let out a sigh of relief, and you could see the tension leaving his body. He thanked the doctor, grateful for the reassurance that you were going to be okay.

Back at home, Tom took extra care of you. He made your favorite soup and brought it to your bedside, ensuring you took your medication on time. He even stayed up late with you, telling you stories from his movie sets to keep your spirits up.

"Dad, you really don't have to stay up with me," you said, feeling touched by his constant presence.

Tom smiled warmly, brushing a strand of hair away from your forehead. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be, kiddo. You're my priority, and I won't leave your side until you're fully recovered."

His dedication and love made you feel safe and loved, and you knew deep down that you were lucky to have a father like him.

 Despite feeling unwell, you cherished these moments together, knowing that your dad was there to support you no matter what.

As the days passed, your health slowly improved. Tom was like a shadow, never leaving your side. He was there to celebrate the small victories of feeling a little better each day, and he was there to comfort you during moments of frustration when you weren't recovering as quickly as you hoped.

One evening, as you both sat on the couch, watching a movie together, Tom turned to you with a serious expression. 

"You know, I almost lost you back there, and it scared me to my core."

"Dad," you replied, reaching out to hold his hand. "I'm sorry for worrying you, but I'm getting better now."

He smiled softly, squeezing your hand. "I know, but it made me realize how much you mean to me. You're everything to me, and I don't ever want to lose you."

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, moved by his words. "I love you too, Dad. I'm so grateful for everything you do for me."

Tom pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. "And I love you more than anything in this world, princess. You're my joy, my light, and I'll always be here for you."

With each passing day, your strength returned, and you began to feel like your old self again. Tom's loving care had played a significant role in your recovery, and you were thankful for his unwavering support.

As you both walked through the park one sunny afternoon, you turned to your dad and smiled brightly. "I'm feeling much better now, Dad. Thank you for being there for me."

Tom grinned, ruffling your hair affectionately. "You're welcome, sweetheart. I'll always be here for you, no matter what. My love for you is unconditional."

As you continued to slowly but surely recover, you and your dad to spent more quality time together. In the end, this stressful experience brought you even closer to your father.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months, you fully recovered, but that didn't stop Tom from worrying about you

[barcalover86]

Just a fan- Pablo Gavi

Summary: You are in love with Gavi, but he is in a relationship with another.

Angst

Masterlist

You were happy that you got the chance to meet him and know him. A lot of people would want that but never could because of different reasons. You had to be grateful, right? But, gosh, sometimes you would pray to forget him, to forget the day you saw him for the first time. Even if when you were younger, you would have begged to meet him, now you wished you never had.

The reason? You fell in love..hard.

The story began when you met. It was in Barcelona, after the team won the league, celebrating the champions title of the season.

You loved Barca since you were a kid, and being there was a dream came true. Especially when you saw him.. All the girls were shouting his name while he was dancing and waving sometimes, clearly not paying attention to many girls. He took some phones to take some pictures, and that was the moment his eyes looked into yours. You gave him your phone, and after he took it, he made a selfie with the two of you and some other pictures with only his. After he gave it back to you, he shouted at you never to show someone and keep them private.

That's what you did. Your heart was pounding so hard at the moment, and when you two saw each other again, you couldn't believe how lucky you were.

The second time, you were at some club with your friends. While you went for a few drinks, you got yourself into Aurora, his sister.

She apologised for making your dress a mess, but you assured her that it was ok.

She was a sweetheart and wanted to make it up to you, so she told you to follow her to her table so that she could help you clean up.

When you got there, you saw him..Pablo Gavi.

When the two of you made eye contact, you blushed hard. He smiled at you, recognising you.

"So???"

"Y/n"

"Y/n..." he repeated

You chuckled quietly, being so shy to talk.

"You didn't show anyone my photos, did you?"

"No, don't worry. I didn't show my photos to anyone."

He smiled at your answer. Yep, there were your photos, after all.

When Aurora apologised for the hundred time she asked you if you wanted to stay with them and you happily agreed.

That's where your story of falling in love with Gavi began. You liked him at first, seeing him on the tv and all over your for you page. But you started to fall in love with him.

You two talked a lot that night and then started talking on Instagram, too. You were invited somedays at their house to chat and have fun on Sundays, when he didn't have training. You started to get close to him, but that was such a lie.

You were getting close to him, but he was getting close to another.

Now, a normal Sunday at their house, there she was. His girlfriend..she was way prettier than you, you would use to think. She was nice, skinny, curved, and smart. She has a pretty smile, pretty teeth, and pretty eyes.

Of course, he wouldn't look at you the way he does to her. The fact that you were now at his house and being friends with his friends and family was something you never thought would happen, so why did you want more? Why couldn't you be thankful for what you have?

His hands were on her waist, pulling her closer. His lips were on hers. The kiss was rough and with passion. You turned your head. You couldn't see them anymore. You couldn't see the boy you love, loving someone else. You couldn't stand the fact that his hands were on her and not on your body.

You were trying hard not to cry there, trying to find any distraction. Anything.

You weren't the only one who was tearing at the moment. When you turned your head to not see him anymore, you didn't know that tears were all over his cheeks. You saw that the kiss was rough and pleasurable, but didn't see the uncomfort in his face and that the kiss was out of love.

He didn't want to kiss her. He wanted to kiss you..and not like that. He wanted to kiss you slowly with love. To have his hands on your cheeks or hair. To touch you, to feel you in his arms. But he thought that you loved someone else, because all the time someone would ask you if there's a boy, you would say yes. But he didn't know that you were referring to him. To Pablo Gavi. The boy of your dreams.

You were both craving for eachother. But with what cost? To be broken because you are too afraid to confess?

"You are for him only his fan" you would say at night.

"I am to her only her friend's brother" he would say at night.

You would use to write on your book the feelings you have for him while he was praying and talking to God about you. Something that he never thought he would do.

You were looking at the moon, so close but so far away from each other. The next day, he broke up with his girlfriend. The next Sunday, you didn't show up at his place anymore.

[parkkiablah]

His favourite haircut (Zevlor x Tav)

You had successfully gotten rid of the goblins threatening the grove and saved Halsin.

Slowly your feet were carrying you back to the grove that afternoon, exhausted from the fighting yet cheerful as you were on the winning side.

When you arrived you noticed the tieflings already busy with packing their few belongings, ready to leave the grove they hadn't really been welcome at.

Zevlor approached you the second you stepped through the gate with the most grateful smile you had seen on him. Usually his expression was more serious and worried as he didn't knew any solution for the goblin problem they had. With that problem gone you had already lifted a lot of weight off his shoulders.

You couldn't help but feel like there is something else that's different about him but you couldn't name it. He wore his armor he had been wearing ever since you met him, his hair still in the usually half tied style. You dismissed the thought as it's probably nothing.

"I can't thank you enough for helping us. It isn't much, but we collected some money for your help.", he said holding out a small bag towards you.

"Keep it. You will need it once you arrive at Baldur's Gate.", you responded, smiling up at him.

He kept silent for a few seconds obviously at a loss for words as he hadn't expected anyone to decline the payment for their help.

"Thank you, really.", he said. His expression showed how grateful he was. "We would like to join your camp for tonight to celebrate you defeating the goblins. Of course only if you want to."

"I would love to celebrate with you. After all I don't know when we will meet again."

Your choice of words made him feel warm. You hadn't said 'if we will meet again' but 'when we will meet again' and it warmed his heart, that you didn't believe in the option of not seeing them again in the future.

"Great, we will prepare for it then.", he said and turned around to go tell the others.

That's when you noticed what was different about him.

His hair was a bit shorter than usual but you wouldn't have noticed it if it weren't for the way it was cut completely uneven. You had to hold back your laugh as you weren't sure if he has tried cutting it himself or if he was pranked by the children around him.

"Zevlor, wait!", you called him back to you. "May I speak to you in private?"

He seemed surprised by your sudden request, but he still agreed to it.

Your friends went to talk to Halsin, as their priority was fixing the tadpole problem and not Zevlor's haircut.

They had noticed your sympathy with the tiefling paladin, so they didn't even question your request of talking to him alone.

You found yourself in his chambers a minute later, the room looked much more lifeless compared to the last time you saw it and you blamed it on the lack of Zevlor's belongings.

"So, what did you wish to speak about?", he asked curiously once you were alone.

"I apologize for the personal question, but did you cut your hair?"

The nervousness fell from his face immediately and an embarrassed expression showed on his features instead.

"Well, you could say I tried.", he laughed.

"Would you mind if I fix them for you? I know it's none of my business, so feel free to say no."

"I don't mind at all, I'd be grateful to miss the other tieflings hiding their laugh when they notice."

"I'll try my best.", you said laughing and took some scissors out of your bag. "Come sit down, you are to tall for me to reach."

You pulled him along with you over to the chair standing closeby.

He sat down and you moved behind him, taking out the tie, that was holding parts of his hair together. That's when you notice how bad his haircut actually looks like. It was seriously the worst you had ever seen, the sides cut at a strange angle, some longer strands hanging out underneath and at the back of his head his hair was drastically longer than the rest.

You couldn't hold in your laugh.

"Why didn't you ask any of the others to assist you?"

He sighed.

"I didn't want to bother any of them, they already have enough things to do.", he replied as you combed his hair slowly.

"You could have just asked me, you know.", you replied.

Your hands were caressing through his hair, the feeling of it unexpectedly soft between your fingers. You noticed a few shiny silver strands mixing with his mostly dark blonde hair.

"I wouldn't want to bother you any more than I already did.", he said. He had his eyes closed, trying his best to not fall asleep with the feeling of you gently brushing through his hair and your fingers moving along his scalp.

"Please stop thinking you ever bother me. I enjoyed helping you and your people and I do enjoy your company, so feel free to ask next time.", you replied.

Again he noticed how you did make it sound like there was no other option than to meet him again in the future.

He was at a loss for words about your kindness.

"I will keep that in mind."

He kept his eyes closed enjoying the feeling of your hands in his hair, combing it, cutting it, combing again. When you were nearly done you moved in front of him to check if both sides had the same length and he opened his eyes to look at you.

You were too focused to notice which gave him the chance to take in your face. He wouldn't usually be so close to you, so he could memorize every freckle or scar showing on your skin and he just couldn't avoid his eyes.

"Okay, done.", you said far too early for his liking. He could sit here like this for hours.

You were still standing in front of him and you now noticed how he stared at you like his mind was far away.

"Do I have something on my face?", you asked nervously.

He blinked a few times to get back to reality.

"You uh-.. no, it's nothing really.", he replied but kept his eyes on your face.

You felt the warmth of your blush settle on your cheeks, just because he was looking at you like that.

"You are beautiful.", he whispered and you weren't sure if he planned on saying it out loud.

"Oh.. thank you."

You felt your cheeks heat up even more at his compliment and avoided his gaze.

He stood up from the chair and you realized just how close to him you were standing.

One of his hands found the back of your head, holding you in place while his lips found your forehead.

"Thank you for your help again.", he said quietly and took half a step back.

"You're welcome.", you mumbled. Your eyes looked up into his and you noticed how his gaze fell to your lips for a moment. Standing on your tiptoes, one of your hands reached for his cheek while the other one landed on his chest. Your lips were on his just a second later, your eyes closed. His arm reached around your waist to hold you close, while his lips moved in sync with yours. He pulled away too quickly for your liking with a smile on his face.

You were sure your face was a deep red now.

"I better get going, I still need to talk to Halsin."

"Of course. I'll see you later at your camp then.", he said.

You had left and you noticed he hadn't even looked at his hair after you cut it, but you just assumed he thought you did a better job at it than him.

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wherever I am | one shot

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

based on my second (!!!) request from @phantypurple, thank you dear, I hope you won't be dissappointed! this time insead a long story I present you some short scenes, hope that's okay

request: Eddie x reader. They haven't met yet, but they keep bumping into eachother constantly by luck. (Going to grocery shopping and she is there, going to the music store and he is there, etc) and they both feel really attracted to the other but they don't interact until CC just forces them cause they can't stand the pinning anymore and then it's cute and fluff.

3 002 words

The one shot is also avaliable on ao3

eddie munson masterlist | general masterlist

1990

The first thing Eddie did as soon as he fully recovered was to become employed in the mechanic's shop of one of Hopper's friends. After a few years of hard work, Eddie was appreciated, because when Mr. Smith retired it was Young Munson who became the new owner of the place. Thanks to this, you were able to afford to buy an apartment together. When everything was ready you organized a housewarming party, thus together with those closest to you you were now sitting in the large living room celebrating the new beginning of your future together.

"I'd like to ask for everyone's attention!" Eddie exclaimed, standing in the middle of the room. At the sound of these words, Dustin quickly ran to another room and returned from it with a huge cardboard box wrapped in gift paper, which he handed to Eddie. "This is a small gift, for our beautiful new start, dear." he said, placing the box in your lap. It was suspiciously light.

"What is it?" you asked curiously.

"Unpack it and you'll find out." he showed his boyish smile.

So you started unpacking. In the large cardboard box was...a smaller one. In the smaller one was an even smaller carton, and so on endlessly. With amusement you unpacked step by step, until finally you reached the smallest item. The item at the sight of which took your breath away and the laughter and conversation throughout the living room quieted. Almost no one expected something like this.  Your hands were shaking as you opened the small velvet box that contained the ring. You didn't even notice when Eddie got down on one knee in front of you, watching your reaction carefully. He slowly took it from you and began to speak.

"As I said...this is our new beginning together. I have always known that you are special. Something has always been drawing us to each other, I don't know what it was but I'm damn grateful for every moment that fate put you in my path. Without hesitation you followed me to hell. You never left my side, and I hope you know that I would have done the same for you." His voice was slowly breaking, and tears were flowing from his eyes however, he was still smiling. "I love you. I love you more than anything in my life, and I want you to always remember that. I don't know what the future holds for us, but I know that together we can handle anything. The last few years have shown me that a trip to Mordor will be like a damn trip to Disneyland for us." he laughed. "Together we are unbreakable. So now, in the presence of our family I want to ask, will you make me the happiest man in the world and become my wife?"

"Yes!" the world around you was spinning. Your heart was beating so loudly that it drowned out the applause of the rest. Seconds later you were kneeling on the floor next to him as he gently slid the ring onto your finger.

"I love you Eddie. I love you so damn much," you hugged him and cried into the bend of his neck repeating those words again and again.

"I love you too, sweetheart. I always will." he muttered into your hair embracing you and stroking your back.  When you separated from each other it was time for congratulations. Everyone hugged you in turn telling you how happy they were with your happiness. Wayne also couldn't hold back tears when he said he welcomed you to the family.

"Does that mean I'm going to be your best man?" asked an excited Dustin.

"And why should it be you?" asked Mike.

"Yeah! I was the one who helped packing the ring!" interjected Lucas.

"But I was the one who came up with the idea to pack it like that!" exclaimed Dustin.

"You seem to forget that it was me and Steve who helped him pick the ring." added Will high-fiving Steve.

"That's enough of this pointless argument, gentlemen!" suddenly Gareth got up from his seat and walked over to Eddie putting his arm around him. "Everyone knows that if anyone is to be best man it will be me," he said.

"And why is that?" Dustin was shocked.

"Because if it weren't for me, the thing between them would never have happened." he smirked

"What is he talking about?" you asked curiously.

"Dude, for real? Now?" Eddie groaned.

"Time to face the truth my friend." Jeff added with a laugh.

"Honey, before I say anything I would like to remind you that the offer was accepted by you, you were aware of your actions and returns are not accepted." He said looking and kissed you wanting to soften your heart. "Sit down. It's story time." He sighed.

January 1986

Mondays were never one of Eddie's favorite days, but the delivery of supplies at the music store always made them bearable.

"Hi Dave!" he shouted toward the owner as he walked inside, letting in the cold air behind him.

"Shut the damn door boy!" the man replied. Dave was a good friend of Wayne's. One of very few. This friendship did not bother Eddie one bit, on the contrary. A friendly discount on all new tapes was something awesome for him.

"Oh, yes, shit, sorry."

"You're earlier today." he said pulling out a big box from under the counter, at the sight of which Eddie's eyes lit up.

"I couldn't miss it!" The boy immediately dived into it, looking intently at the small plastic packages.

"You know the deal. You're the first person to look through them, but you put them all nicely in their place."

"Sure thing." Eddie smiled broadly and at a slow speed began unpacking the contents of the carton and laying everything out in its proper places. Fully absorbed in his task, he paid no attention to what was going on around him, so he flinched slightly when he felt someone tapping him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, sir." He turned quickly toward your voice. When he saw you he stopped moving. You looked really beautiful, your nose and cheeks red from the cold added to your charm. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm looking for the store manager." You said trying to mask your stress and sound in control and professional. His attention, however, did not escape the slight tremor of your words and your slightly too fast breathing. He noticed something about you that didn't allow him to simply look away. You must have been new in town, because he was sure you would have definitely attracted his attention before. Besides, he didn't think anyone had ever addressed to him as Sir. Hardly anyone called him by his first name let alone this.

"Are you looking for him because...?" he asked grinning as a plan popped into his head.

"I saw a sign in the window saying you were looking for employees. I just moved to Hawkins and I am interested in a job offer. Here's my resume." You said holding out a piece of paper in front of you.

"This is your lucky day! You're talking to a manager himself!" he said enthusiastically, smiling wider.

"Not true!" Dave's voice came to you as Eddie reached out to take the resume from your hands. Seeing the other man's reaction, you stepped back confused. "This punk doesn't even work here." he continued. Eddie just rolled his eyes and went back to his previous activity, trying to hear what you were talking about. For some reason, he wasn't able to focus on the music anymore, and his gaze wandered to the small wooden table where you and Dave were sitting. He suspected that he would be here much more often from now on. 

A few days later, Eddie and Wayne went out shopping. In the parking lot in front of the store, he noticed a rather familiar figure. Maybe not exactly familiar, but certainly the one he had thought about very often since meeting her at the music store. With a bag slung over your shoulder, you quickly entered the store, and they followed your footsteps. Still looking around between the shelves, Eddie couldn't focus on what his uncle was saying. Finally somewhere in the chemistry aisle he spotted you and stopped to observe what you were doing.

"Are you even listening to me son?" asked an irritated Wayne when Eddie, stopping, bumped into him. "What the hell are you looking at?" followed his nephew's gaze. You stubbornly tried to reach the laundry detergent from the top shelf by jumping up.

Unfortunately, it had no effect. Resigned, you put one foot on the lowest shelf. "Go help the girl before she knocks over the whole thing on herself, not stare!"  With a quick step, he moved towards you, seeing the rack slowly starting to wobble. "Hey, let me help you." He said quickly standing next to you and reaching for the detergent. He was close enough that he could easily smell your perfume, not at all surprised that he liked it.

"Thank you, Eddie." you said, smiling shyly.

"Wait-do you know my name?" he asked shocked.

"I've heard a little about you," you said.

"I'm betting that the things you heard were not among the best..." he rolled his eyes.

"Just because I heard them doesn't mean I believe them." You shrugged your shoulders. "Thank you for your help."

"You're welcome, help you with anything else?" he didn't know what but something inside didn't want to let you go at any cost.

"I think I can handle it. Have a good day, Eddie!" you said goodbye and, together with your purchases, you moved ahead.

To young Munson slowly began to get the meaning of your words. You had heard about him. People probably started warning you about the local freak the very first day your foot stepped on Hawkins land. But you didn't care. He still had a chance. But a chance for what actually? He didn't know himself.

"She looks nice." Wayne's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, she does." he whispered still not taking his eyes off you.

"What's her name?"

"Oh, shit..."

You were everywhere. He had to let someone go across the crosswalk? It was you. The girl who accidentally bumped into him while walking in the woods when he was going to his regular selling spot? Of course it was you. He no longer counted the number of times you stood behind each other in line at the store or passed each other on the street. Wherever he was, you were there, too. For the moment, he was able to recognize you in the biggest crowd. Even without seeing you yet, he felt your presence, felt this strange attraction and a moment later he always found a face he couldn't stop thinking about. Still, he did not know your name. Of course, he thought about it many times. He applied all sorts of names to you, wondering which one fit best, hoping that one day he would finally not have to make them up.

"Hey, loverboy!" Gareth threw a drumstick at him.

"What?" he asked, shaking it off.

"Thinking about the mysterious stranger again?" laughed Jeff. "Shut up," he muttered.

"For five minutes we've been talking to you about a new song and you're somewhere else! We'll never get beyond the Hideout with this attitude."

"Stop being dramatic and play!" Eddie growled while grabbing his guitar. The rest immediately returned to their instruments harmonizing with the guitar. Before the song was over something else caught his attention. Suddenly, a jacket in a color he knew well appeared on the porch of the house across the street. He squinted his eyes wanting to take a closer look when you turned. Your gaze immediately met his. You smiled broadly while waving in his direction, and he immediately stopped playing to wave you back.

"Who the hell are you waving at?" asked Gareth, annoyed by the sudden pause.

"And you're smiling so stupidly." Simon added.

"That's her..." Eddie said quietly still smiling. He watched as you got into the car and slowly drove off from under the house.

"You have a crush on Mrs. Hunson's granddaughter?" Mrs. Hunson was the owner of the house across the street and the only person in the neighborhood who tolerated the band's rehearsals in Gareth's garage. Maybe it was because her husband was a big metal fan, or maybe because she was deaf in one ear and the noise didn't bother her that much.

"Do you... uh- Do you know what her name is?" he asked scratching the back of his neck.

"Dude! You've been drooling over her for over a month now and you don't even know her name?" the situation was hilarious to the rest of the band.

"Why don't you be a good friend and finally tell me?" Munson bit back.

"And just so you know, I'll help you! But not like this." A sinister smile crept onto Emerson's face.

"And what way?"

"You'll find out in your own time. Now play!" 

The crowd at the Hideout was not the largest, as always. That's why when he noticed you sitting alone at one of the tables surprise and excitement mixed into one. This had to be a sign. Since you even found yourself here and sat there watching him with a smile on your lips it had to mean something. Fate had put you on your path too many times to just leave it at that. For the first time in his life, he couldn't wait to get off the stage. Unfortunately, there were still a few songs ahead of them. Feeling a surge of positive energy, he began to pull out all his aces from his sleeve. The sight of you giggling fueled him even more, he showed off as much as he could when the performance finally came to an end. Applauding loudly you got up from the table walking towards him. He didn't know if his heart was beating so hard from fatigue or because of you.

"Hi," you greeted.

"Hi!" he replied enthusiastically.

"You were great!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." there was a moment of awkward silence between the two of you as you stood like that and looked at each other.

"And uh... I got your note," you said reaching into your pocket.

"My note?" he asked puzzled.

"Yes, the one you left in the letterbox?" seeing his surprise you looked even more confused than he was. Eddie quickly took the paper from your hand and opened it. 

I have a strange feeling that wherever I am you are there too, just as if fate  wanted to tell us something. How about the first non-accidental meeting?  The Hideout. 8pm on Tuesday. - Eddie

Oh shit. Shitshitshitshit. So that was Gareth's great plan to help him. To trick him and bring you here. But you didn't know that. And since you came here it meant that you wanted to meet him. That you wanted to get to know him better. Missing such an opportunity would be a sin, wouldn't it? He took a deep breath.

"I'm glad you came." he said handing you back the card. "Would you like a drink?"

"With pleasure."

"So... first question. What's your name?" he asked smiling shyly as you sat down.

"Oh, right." You laughed and introduced yourself.

Very quickly you found a common language. Eddie told you a little more about the band, you told what brought you to Hawkins. The fact that you had to stay here for the next few years made him very happy. It meant a great amount of time to get to know each other better. And that's exactly what happened. From that day on, with each date you discovered something new about each other, more reasons that made you both begin to understand why fate pushed you in each other's direction. Every moment you spent together seemed appropriate. It is known that there were ups and downs, but you always coped with it. Your friendship quickly turned into a relationship that exploded into the truest love. You were made for each other, written in the stars. You were inseparable, and your love became unbreakable. 

"Wait, what?!" you exclaimed. "You want to tell me that the note I've always carried with me in my wallet from is from Gareth? Are you kidding me?"

"Hey, you're being mean!" Emerson indignantly replied. "After all, it worked! You couldn't stop admiring that gesture for years!"

"Because I thought Eddie did it!" you were shocked. How did he manage to keep it a secret all these years?

"It's a good thing Gareth didn't have to propose for him too." Robin said amused by the situation, causing the rest to laugh.

"No one else has the right to propose to her!" exclaimed Eddie coming up to you. "'Baby are you mad at me? I beg you not to be." he put his hands on your shoulders watching your reaction. "I had to lie then, because I was afraid it would be a one-in-a-million chance to keep you with me."

"Why didn't you tell for all these years?" you asked.

"I have no idea. I'm really sorry. But I want to remind you that for real I don't take returns." He kissed you on the forehead. "You are grounded with me. Forever now." he added trying to fake a tone of voice like a villain.

"You are impossible." You sighed hugging him. If you had found out in a different situation maybe you would have actually been a little angry. However, today you were able to forgive him a lot. Thinking about how interesting the rest of your life would be by his side, you couldn't stop smiling. Your silly boy. Your hero. Your Eddie. And soon - your husband.

taglist: @i-me-mine

[yoshida-chiyo]

°⋆☆↼ Christmas Eve ⇁☆⋆°

pairing: jake x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: approx. ~0.8k

disclaimer: No images used in this post belong to me. All credits to respective creators. Contact for credit/removal. Your work is valued.

author's note: hiii 🌟✨ i hope you're all soaking in the cozy vibes of christmas eve 🎄💕 here's a little something i wrote for absolutely no reason (ᵔvᵔ) enjoy! hope your christmas will be as special as you are 🌠✨

Christmas Eve was always a magical night for you. The snow-covered streets, the twinkling lights, and the warmth of her family's cozy home all added to the enchanting atmosphere. But something else made the night even more special for you this year. Your crush, Jake, would be spending Christmas Eve with your family.

As you eagerly anticipated the arrival of Christmas Eve, your heart skipped a beat at the thought of Jake joining the festive celebration. Jake, your older brother's best friend, had always been a familiar presence in your home since childhood. He was tall and charming, with a laugh that could fill a room. He was basically family. His friendly banter added an extra layer of joy to every occasion. For you, however, he had long been more than just your brother's friend.

You had been infatuated with Jake since the beginning of high school. He was intelligent, charming, and had a smile that could light up a room. However, you never had the courage to confess your feelings to him. You were afraid of rejection and losing your friendship. So, you kept your feelings hidden and settled on being just friends with him.

As you helped your mom with the final preparations for your Christmas dinner, you couldn't help but steal glances at Jake. He was chatting with your dad in the living room, laughing at one of his jokes. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him, and you couldn't believe he was actually here, spending Christmas Eve with your family.

After dinner, everyone gathered around the Christmas tree to open presents. Your parents had always treated Jake like their own son, so he had a pile of gifts waiting for him under the tree. As he unwrapped each one, his face lit up with joy and gratitude. You couldn't help but smile as you watched him, feeling grateful to have him in your life.

Finally, it was time for you to open your gift from Jake. You nervously tore off the wrapping paper, your heart beating faster with each passing second. When you saw what was inside, you couldn't believe your eyes. It was a beautiful necklace with a small pendant in the shape of a snowflake.

'Jake, this is so beautiful,' you exclaimed, trying to hide your blush.

'I'm glad you like it,' Jake replied, a slight hint of nervousness in his voice.

Your parents exchanged a knowing glance and excused themselves, leaving you and Jake alone in the living room. Your heart was racing, wondering if this was the moment you had been waiting for. You couldn't believe Jake had chosen this special night to give you such a meaningful gift.

'Yn, I have something I want to tell you,' Jake said, his voice shaking slightly.

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked into his eyes, waiting for him to continue.

'I know we've been friends for a long time, but there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now. I've always admired you and realized that my feelings for you go beyond friendship. I know it's a lot to take in, but I couldn't keep it to myself anymore,' Jake confessed, his face slightly red.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you felt like you were in a dream. You couldn't believe that Jake, your crush of five years, was finally telling you how he felt.

'I feel the same way, Jake,' you said, unable to contain your emotions any longer.

Jake's face lit up with a smile, and he took your hand.

'I've been wanting to do this for a while,' Jake said, locking eyes with you. "Do you mind if I kiss you?"

Your heart fluttered at Jake's question. A soft smile graced your lips. "I'd like that," you replied, feeling a mix of excitement and joy.

Jake chuckled before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss was everything you had ever dreamed of and more. It was full of warmth, love, and a sense of belonging. You pulled away, smiling from ear to ear, knowing this was the start of something special.

As you sat by the fireplace, talking and laughing, you couldn't believe this was all happening on Christmas Eve. You had always imagined confessing your feelings to Jake, but you never thought he would feel the same way.

As the night went on, you exchanged stories, memories, and hopes for the future. You felt like you were seeing Jake in a whole new light.

As midnight approached, you and Jake cuddled on the couch, watching the snow fall outside. You couldn't help but feel grateful for this magical Christmas Eve and for the courage Jake had to confess his feelings for you.

'Thank you for making this the best Christmas ever,' you whispered, resting her head on Jake's shoulder.

'I should be the one thanking you for giving me the best gift I could ever ask for,' Jake replied, placing a kiss on your forehead.

As the clock struck midnight, you and Jake shared another kiss, sealing their newfound love. You knew this was just the beginning of their journey, and you couldn't wait to see where it would lead you both.

As you said your goodbyes and Jake left, you couldn't stop smiling. You had always believed in the magic of Christmas. This year, it had indeed brought you the greatest gift you could have ever asked for - love.

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